Protecting Dallas

I reached for him, and my hand closed over something big and warm and hard. Somehow he was already naked. Either he’d kicked off his sweats and wasn’t wearing any underwear, or—

Oh… oh wow…

Kane yanked off my bottoms as I stroked him. Tip to base, his cock was long and thick and absolutely incredible.

He’s going to hurt you.

Part of me actually wanted him to. The other part somehow knew he’d be gentle.

This… this is—

Kane rolled onto me, pushing my thighs apart easily with one massive knee. He was between my legs now. Ready to take me. I was rubbing the bulbous head of his massive cock up and down my molten furrow, staring down at it in wonder.

It was so big. And I was so fucking wet…

The hand over my mouth slid to my cheek. Kane leaned down, pushing his forehead against mine. His eyes were impossibly dark, with long, sweeping lashes.

“Is this what you want?”

His irises were locked onto mine. He was looking into me. Looking through me, as if seeing my soul.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Our lips brushed and he shifted forward, pushing slowly inside me. I could feel the head of his manhood, engorged and throbbing. His heart beating through it, as he parted my flower.

“YES…” I said again, this time with a nod.

Another inch. Another moan. I was in a frenzy now, desperate to have him inside of me. Bucking my hips downward I tried screwing him into me… only it was Kane who had complete and total control.

“Say it,” he growled, pinning my shoulders to the bed. “Say that you—”

“I WANT IT!” I seethed into his face. “Kane, please! I need—”

The rest of my sentence ended in a gurgle, as he shoved himself all the way in.

It was like being speared to the core.

“OHHHhhhHHHhhhHHHhhh…”

My hands curled instinctively into claws, my fingernails digging into the meat of his massive back. Then he began pumping. Slowly at first, to get me used to his girth, then more rapidly in and out of my body as the entire length of his shaft was soaked with my wetness.

“Oh my God…” I cried. Literal tears were forming at the corners of my eyes. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

Kane’s hand returned, pressing against my lips. Daring me to bite him again as he crushed me deep into the bed, plowing me to tears as he screwed me without mercy.

This… this is…

I could feel him way up inside me, so incredibly deep it almost hurt. Almost, but not quite.

This isn’t wrong, this isn’t a mistake…

It couldn’t possibly be. This was wonderful. Like an insatiable itch being finally scratched. Like a long thirst being quenched, so fully and satisfyingly my tears were seeping into either side of his pillow.

“Kane…”

I placed his name in my mouth, tasting it on my tongue. It fit him perfectly. His personality, his demeanor… his whole magnificent body.

“Oh fuck, Kane…”